I too hear America sing.

I hear families, friends, black and whites.
The two teens holding hands on the beach
The farther caring his daughter at the carnival.
And I smile
But at the same time,
There are voices that I can not hear singing.

The ones I can’t hear.
The mother of two and the wife of an abusive husband,
Who works 2 shifts to pay for his alcoholism.
The homeless man who begs at the corporate leaders.
And yet, I still smile.
Because I hear the good in people
Because I know people are helping ones in need.

I hear the man that finally convinced the woman to get help.
The woman that gave the homeless a chance.
And yet, I still smile

Because, I hear America